#pls. tone tags and punctuation

[willows-rambles]

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[moralesmilesanhour]

mad props! 02

summary: Miles catches onto your antics. wc: ~800 a/n: some advanced haterism going on here. this has gotten increasingly fun to write as the plot ramps up! pls don't be scared 2 leave any reactions or thoughts in the comments + tags :) 01 02 03

From then on, you made it a point to ignore Miles during partner work and punctuate it with an eye roll. He tucked his head back in surprise the first time you did it, and you felt like you’d just won a prize.

…That is, until he ignored you back. 

Eventually, Miles just turned to the person in the next column to ask for a pen instead, seeming perfectly content with working on his own.

It should've been a relief.

Today, Mr. Sanchez handed out worksheets to write a short composition on, and you struggled to recall the correct word for ‘kitchen’. All of your attempts to remember the pictures at the back of your flashcards came to nothing, finally forcing you to turn around and ask with a heavy sigh.

"Um, hey," you began, wincing at the softness of your voice. "What’s ‘kitchen’ in Spanish? You remember?"

Miles looked at you with only his eyes. " ‘Cocina’."

No puns, no off-hand comment. Not even an offer to help further. He just quietly returned to his work. 

Your plan was already falling apart now that he no longer initiated conversations for you to brush off, so you went with the next best thing: competing with him.

“Who was able to solve for the trajectory of–oh!”

The AP Physics instructor pushed back a strand of red hair as she glanced between you and Miles, whose hands had shot up at the same time.

“Let’s go with someone who hasn’t spoken yet. Ms. L/N?”

You smiled as you answered, “24.7 meters per second.”

“Excellent job, Y/N, and thank you for participating today. Now, would anyone else…”

As the woman called on other students, a strategy began to take shape. 

It wasn’t hard to tell when Miles was about to raise his hand. His eyes would go wide, with a tiny smile that said he was certain that no one else could get this question right but him. His hand went up so fast that you had to answer before the teacher could even finish their question, but it worked. And it got you a few extra points for participation.

“Now, who can tell me what makes the film ‘Romeo + Juliet’ so unique?” asked the English professor.

Miles raised his hand. “It takes the original play and reinterprets aspects of the original plot for modern audiences.”

As soon as he answered, his eyes flickered towards you almost as if on cue. Sure enough, your hand flew up.

“Y/N, what a surprise! Care to add on?”

“Of course. The director, Baz Luhrmann,” you met Miles’ gaze as you specified the name, “used his over-the-top cinematic style of directing to bring the drama of the original play to life in a contemporary context. He replaced the swords with guns and balls for parties, but kept the dialogue the same so that audiences could better understand Shakespeare without needing to grapple with the work of translating Shakespearean English into modern English. He found a way to make the play accessible without compromising on the text.”

Miles narrowed his eyes at you while the stocky teacher made a noise of approval.

“Very succinct explanations, you two. I’m very impressed with you especially, Miss L/N. I hope to hear your voice more often in class.”

You noticed Miles still glaring, and rested your chin in the palm of your hand.

In a sickly-sweet tone, you whispered, “What?” 

He shook his head and turned away.

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“Alright, make sure you go home and memorize those formulas! See you Wednesday!”

You neatly stacked your papers and slid them carefully into one of your labeled folders as the bell rang, marking the end of your last class.

The hallway bustled with students rushing like bees to their lockers. On the way to your own, a pop of color catches your eye. 

It’s a bulletin board filled with sign-ups for a number of clubs, from cheerleading to student government to debate. Remembering your college counselor’s comment about your extracurriculars “looking a bit empty”, you drew closer. Might as well, right?

You didn’t have the stamina for cheerleading, but speech and debate looked promising. Just as you took out a pen to sign your name, though, you stopped short and frowned.

At the very bottom of the list read the name ‘Miles Morales’ written with a neon highlighter. 

Then again on the art club’s flier. And anime club. And music engineering. 

‘Miles Morales’.

‘Miles Morales’.

‘Miles Morales’.

Guess you weren’t the only one who needed to beef up their transcript.

“Show-off,” you muttered to yourself. 

Just as you were about to lose hope, there was one other club that Miles hadn’t signed up for, hanging precariously off of the edge of the board from a single thumbtack:

Theater. 

And auditions were the very next day.

[tallyica]

Uh Dave x reader. Dave wants reader but unfortunately reader is already dating (any member from Metallica) so when reader broke up with (Metallica member) for some reason, he started talking to reader and eventually ended up together. reader is way happier with Dave.

(Kinda basic but I know you’ll make it great 😍)

hihi!!

omg I'm actually posting a very long fic after threatening to quit writing..

also ily Kay this is a good req I LOVE James and Dave dynamic stuff (anything having to do with revenge or jealousy, if youre a writer PLS write some and tag me..) so i loved this req

anywayssss

word count: 4,515 (I think my longest one to date)

warnings: angst, break up, cheating, drinking, fluff, mention of drugs (once), kinda corny, rushed but slow at the same time, way too similar to that one mustainegf fic

A CHANGE, FOR THE BETTER. (1987-1990)

Once again the apartment was cold and empty. It wasn't actually empty; it was filled by James and me. We were on opposite sides of the couch, avoiding each other. IT had been like this for months. We hadn't hugged, kissed, held hands, gone out, anything that normal couples do. He was quiet, which differed from how he was with his friends, including me. Though, this hadn't been different for a while. I've almost gotten used to it, but not emotionally. No matter how hard I try, he seems like he isn't there. The more I thought about it, the more it settled in, the more it hurt. The more I felt I needed to talk about it.

I finally broke the painful and dead silence between us, “What up with you, You've been weird with me for months?” I asked, finally turning my head to face him. He wasn't looking at me, or anything. He was hunched over, his blonde locks blocking the view of his face as he stared at the floor.

James let out a huff in response, shrugging.

This was going to be a long, and very difficult conversation.

James would get like this when there was something on his mind. Something big, but normally it would spill over before this point, he normally would just be like this for a week or two before confessing whatever was hurting him, and I would hold him and comfort him as he cried.

I sighed, moving closer to him, and placing my hand on his back, but he retracted from my touch, something I had gotten used to.

“James, talk to me, please..?” I asked softly, though I was willing to beg to have what we had back.

He just shook his head, adjusting slightly and sitting back, letting me see his stressed and confused expression. “What's bothering you? Tell me, I know that something is wrong..” I tried again, my eyes on his, but his were on the black TV screen.

I tried to move closer to him, my hand on his knee as I tried to get him to even look in my general direction, “James, look at me,” I asked more than commanded.

His eyes wandered in my direction, but landing on the couch cushions under me. It was a start at least. “Can you just say something, please?” I asked again, keeping my tone gentle.

He took a deep, long sigh, mumbling something I couldn't hear, couldn't understand.

Or maybe I did, but I didn't want to.

“What?” I asked, refusing to believe any of this was real as tears stung my eyes.

James just repeated himself, the words falling from his lips like shards of glass.

I shook my head, standing from the couch as the tears began to fall down my face. Knowing of the other woman, I was broken. I was pacing, and he didn't even look at me.

“Are you serious?! Why?! Was I not good enough for you?! We could've talked, we could've worked things out!” I cried, my stomach twisting in a tight and sorrowful knot.

He didn't look like he had any emotions on his face, but I could sense and feel the guilt and pain that clouded him. Every word he spoke only brought more tears to my eyes, each one punctuated with a sharp and sad pain I felt in my heart, eyes, mind, everywhere.

I was trembling as I shook my head, for some reason I refused to believe any of this, or that this was real. I began to waddle towards the kitchen counter, filled with hurt and rage, grabbing my car keys and purse.

“Where are you going?” James asked, his own voice shaky with guilt and regret.

“Away.” I answered harshly, beginning to walk back to the door.

“Please, we can fix this, just.. Just stay with me, ok?” James begged almost, though he wouldnt even stand up to face me, eyeing muy figure from the comfort of the couch. One that held many memories of us.

I shook my head, “No, no, I.. I need to go..” I mumbled, reaching for the door handle and leaving hearing James call out for me as I shut the door, stumbling to my car, getting in and beginning to drive fast and far, no clue where I was headed. It was late at night, probably past ten pm. Tears strung down my face, puddling on the shirt I was wearing, which I realized was James’ shirt. That didn't help, making me sob harder as the faint and musty smell of beer and smoke fumed from his shirt, reminding me of him too much.

After twenty minutes or so of driving, I came past a run down hotel, hearing the soft pitter patter of rain hit the roof of my car, the clouds matching my eyes. I parked, scurrying into the lobby, an older and tired woman at the front desk, noticing the clear sadness that radiated off me.

We had a brief interaction, paying for my room before wandering up to the beat door, the well cleaned room before me.

I stepped in, shutting the door behind me before falling onto the bed, everything hitting me as I began to break down and cry. The man I had once cherished, loved, my everything and world was gone, no longer who I knew. No matter how guilty he felt or regretted it, or how drunk he was, he still did it. It hurt, and it hurt horribly. Someone I poured every ounce of my love and my being into threw me out for some shitty drunken fling with some random slut.

It wasn't long before I cried myself asleep, awaking with a harsh headache, trying to put back together everything that had happened. The words rang in my ears, twisting in me like a punch to the stomach. Instead of sadness, it was just anger and hurt. Tears couldn't come to my eyes, just a cruel, upset feeling I couldn't name.

I laid on that bed for a few hours, the soft hum of electricity filling my ears as I got lost in thought. I had woken up at three pm, and it was now six. I had to get out, do something, talk with someone. Why not go to a bar, get a drink, take the edge off and maybe talk to someone to distract myself.

I went into the bathroom, wiping the black streaks of mascara and other smudged makeup off my face, fixing my hair as much as I could without a brush or any products before checking out and walking back down to my car.

I just drove around, going a bit further out of town on the off chance I may run into James.

Then I saw it, the dark building with a pink neon sign on the outside, not looking too busy on the inside but still a good amount of people. 

I felt I had been here before. Maybe a few years back, maybe a few nights ago.. I wasn't sure, but there was a comforting familiarity as I walked in.

I ordered a drink, sitting at the bar as I picked at my nails, watching the football game on the TV. Not that I cared much for sports, but it was a start for a distraction.

I sat in there for maybe several minutes before my drink was ready, the bartender handing it to me as I began to sip on the bitter liquid, sighing softly as I tried to relax.

I felt a tap on my back, confused and surprised, I turned around.

Then I saw him.

Dave Mustaine, a man I hadn't seen in person for about four years. He was on the rise of the metal world, finally earning his own independent name. Our eyes met, and we instantly recognized each other.

Dave smiled, chuckling to himself, “Where the hell have you been?!” He asked happily, and I forced a smile back.

“I haven't gone anywhere, still been here. Where the hell have you been?” I asked back, hoping this conversation could take me away from this ruin I have been placed in.

He shrugged, “About, just becoming the next big face in the metal scene..” He answered back in a cocky way, as usual.

Seeing him in this bar, made all those old memories flood back. This is where I first met Dave, finally realizing why this place seemed so familiar. James and I had been friends about a year before he formed Metallica, and I remember him asking me to come to this bar with him to go meet his bandmates. I met Lars, Ron, and of course, Dave. 

Dave was still fiery as ever, never changing from his previous self. 

We began to talk, catching up on the years of missed time together, the once strong bond we had slowly reforming.

I remembered the first time I came to one of the band's practices. It was at James’ garage, and Ron and Lars had already left. It was just the three of us, but James was in the house. Dave and I chatted for what felt like hours, and quickly became close and good friends. We had a lot in common, so we got along well.

Then, Dave asked me a question, snapping me out of my thoughts of the past.

“So, how’s things with James? You guys still a couple?” Dave asked, clearly not meaning anything negative, but I felt it.

The question made my stomach twist in a knot, reminding me of the bitter end I had with James last night. I glanced to the floor, my expression shifting from positive to anxious in a way.

Dave quickly took notice of my change in demeanor, his expression softening, “Did.. did something happen? What’s up?” He asked, clearly worried.

I sighed, shrugging. Should I tell him this? Ruin our night together? Force him to feel guilty?

But I didn't want to lie to him either, it would be easier to just rip off the bandaid and move on.

“Uhm, we kinda broke up last night..” I mumbled, staring down at our shoes.

Dave's face was struck with realization, nodding slowly with a solemn expression, “Oh shit, sorry to hear. What happened?” Of course he had to dig deeper. And again, who am I to deny him the truth? He wasn't really one to judge.

“Well.. things had just been rough the last few months.. And then he told me that.. He cheated on me..” I answered with a sigh, feeling a slight weight taken off my shoulders as I acknowledged it, but a fifty pound boulder crashing down on my heart.

Dave looked upset, frustrated even. “I told you that fucker was never any good,” Dave reminded me, which brought me back to the night when James had asked me out.

It was the night of the first Metallica show I got to go to, not having work or anything, and I had to be a supportive best friend. After the show, I went backstage, waiting for the band, when James had ran towards me, grabbing my hands and pulling me into his dressing room, very rushedly confessing to me, which had me smiling wide, as I had felt the same from when we first met, but he had as girlfriend at the time.

It was just us, sharing another happy moment together. No one had known that we were official, but I'm sure someone caught onto his crushing, or mine.

It wasn't just that someone caught on, Dave knew. I told him after a few too many drinks, but of course he remembered that one thing.

After we had come out of that dressing room, I went to go talk with Dave, to tell him that everything seemed to be going perfectly for me at that moment, but then he spoke before I could.

“I don't think you should be around James too much man, he enjoys the life on the road a bit too much, if you get what I mean,”.

It was one of the last things he said to me before he got kicked from the band. After I told him we were dating, we drifted apart, and then he was kicked out.

I hadn't thought of those words until tonight. And it only proved that Dave was right. James did enjoy the drinking, groupies, drugs, all of it. It was only a while until I found out, which I did.

I was snapped back to the present hearing the loud whoops and clapping of other patrons of the bar, who were watching the football game on the TV. I nodded in response to Dave's statement, “I know, you warned me the minute after I started dating him.. Guess you were right..” I admitted, and Dave nodded back.

“It pisses me off, y’know?” He began, “You're too good for that shit, especially from a jerk like him.” Dave added.

I just nodded again, and he kept talking. “I guess he just can never see what he had, always wants ‘better’ but he already has what's best. I mean, he threw me out for that Kirk guy, he's no nowhere as good as me! And I’m sure whoever he slept with is just some whore,” He concluded, and I just nodded again.

“You're right… as always, it seems,” I answered back to him, before my thoughts drowned out the world around me once more.

Dave probably understood this better than anyone, at1 least when it comes to being mistreated and betrayed by James. Someone who he considered a brother, a close friend, kicked him to the curb for someone else. And in similar was me. Someone I considered a lover, and closest friend I had, traded me in for another.

“Do you have a place to stay?” Dave asked, calming after his rant.

“No, not really.. I'm staying at a motel a few miles away,” I answered back, and he thought for a moment before speaking again.

“If you want, you could come stay at my place, I wouldn't mind the extra company, it gets pretty lonely there anyways,” He offered, and my eyes lit up, a small hope in my heart.

“Yeah, that'd be great, thanks,” I said with a small smile, a weight lifted off my shoulders.

“We could leave the bar now and get you set up, it's a one bedroom, I don't mind taking the couch until you've figured something out,” Dave suggested.

I quickly shook my head, “No, don't take the couch, it's your place, I'm the guest! I'll take the couch,” I rebutted.

Dave just nodded, “Exactly, you're the guest, you get the best treatment. Plus, it won't be forever, I'll be fine for a few nights.” Dave still noticed hesitation in my eyes, “I insist.” He added.

I sighed, “Fine, if you insist. But don't hesitate asking me to take the couch once in a while, alright?”

Dave just smiled, “Sure.”

After that, we got in our cars and I followed him to his place, a decent apartment complex in the outskirts of town. We parked and he led me to his door, unlocking it and allowing us in.

“Make yourself at home,” He said, setting down his keys and walking towards the bedroom, and I followed him.

“Hope you don't mind the mess, but it'll do.” My nose was overwhelmed with the strong smell of cigarette smoke and liquor, something he had never been able to get rid of even after not seeing him for four years.

It reminded me of James, which made me feel solemn once more. “Thanks, it's fine, I don't mind, you're already offering me all of this,” I added, sitting down on his unmade bed, which he joined me on.

“You alright? You still seem upset,” He questioned, and I could feel tears pricking at my eyes once more.

“Yeah, I'm fine..” I forced out, my voice choked as I wiped the stray tear from my cheek, avoiding eye contact with him.

Dave noticed, tilting his head slightly as his concern grew, “Hey, look at me, you can talk to me, y’know?”

And just like that, I crumbled. Tears filled my eyes, and they spilled right over as I broke out into sobs, and he just wrapped his arms around me, holding me as iI leaned closer to him, soaking his worn and faded shirt with my tears as he gently comforted me and shushed my cries, wiping my tears with his thumbs when he could.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, just him holding me and caring for me, but in a way James never could, never did. James was sweet when he wanted to be, but he never held me like this and heard my cries and answered them with comfort.

After a while, I had cried myself to sleep, my cries lessening and silencing as my breathing began to even out, and Dave laid me down gently and got me into bed, wrapping the blankets around me before he headed out for the couch.

That was the night where it began, the rekindling of our once close friendship. Even though we had agreed that this wouldn't be permanent, we had now been living together for a few months, and it felt like we had never been separated, as if we had been friends for the last seven years.

Today, we were planning to go back to that bar, the first time since that night we bumped into each other. We both needed to get out, and Dave was beat and stressed over all the touring with Megadeth, and we could both use a drink.

Dave had been out for a bit today, and I was busy getting ready for tonight since he would be home within the hour. It wasn't a fancy occasion, and I was definitely over-dressing, but I hadn't had any reason to look pretty in forever, getting to wear my favorite black dress, once that complimented my figure and hugged my curves, flowing down to a bit above my knees.

I did my makeup, nothing too glam but noticeable, and for the first time in a long time, I felt beautiful. Even when I thought I had previously when I was with James, he never showed an appreciation or complimented me often.

I shook the thoughts of James out of my head, knowing I had to move on, even though much of myself was still left in that past of what we once were.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard Dave open the door, entering the apartment with a sigh. “Im back,” He called out as I finished clipping on my earrings, walking out to Dave.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” I asked him, seeing his face slightly surprised as he took in my figure.

“Yeah, totally.. You, you look great, by the way..” He answered, still taking in my appearance.

I smiled widely, “Thanks! Let's go then, yeah?”

Dave nodded and we headed out to his car, driving back to that bar, per his choice. The drive was filled with conversation and laughter, as we found that there was rarely a moment of silence between us. His hand rested lightly on my knee, and I didn't think much of it, just a sweet and friendly gesture.

When we arrived at the bar, he offered me a hand and helped me out of the car, walking me in the dim lighted and busy establishment as we searched for somewhere to sit, finding an empty table in the corner, quickly scurrying over there before someone else could snag the spot. 

It was a large table, one meant to seat probably around six people as it was a booth. The leather of the seats were well worn, torn in some places. The table matched, scratched up and old, though it held many memories. 

Dave got up to go order us some drinks, returning soon after and sitting down in front of me. We began to talk, but there was something different, and what I hated most about it is that I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't anything negative, but everything felt heavier, like I could feel my heart pounding in my chest for a reason I didn't know.

Dave acted off too, like something was bothering him. He was fidgety, his eyes avoiding mine but at the same holding long term eye contact. What was going on with him?

I tried to not think about it as I was probably over analyzing the whole situation. I took a sip of my drink, and for once, there was a lasting silence between us.

I didn't know what to say. The bar wasn't my idea, it was something Dave had planned on a few days ago, and he seemed excited at the time. “Everything ok? You just seem all.. Jittery.” I commented, snapping Dave out of whatever haze of thoughts he was in.

“Yeah, totally,” He muttered, which only grew my curiosity, and sparked a new worry.

Was he on drugs? Well, I knew he was, but was he on too much?

“You're not… on anything right now?” I mumbled out in a question and he shook his head.

“No no, it's not that, I swear.” Dave reassured me, and I had to take his word for it.

Dave tapped his fingers on the table a few times as he thought before speaking up.

“You uh, you remember anything in specific about this place?” Dave asked me out of the blue.

“Uhm,” I paused to think, “Yeah, isn't this where you picked me up a few months ago?”

“Well, yeah, but anything else? Think as far back as you can,” Dave instructed me, and I tried to think.

Until it hit me.

“Oh! Yeah! Isn't this where James took me to meet the rest of the band? We even sat at this booth, right?” I finally remembered, and the memories flooded back as clear as day.

Dave hasn't changed much since then, but I do remember how he was when we very first interacted. He was crazy and animalistic, yeah, but he seemed shy around me, until he had a few beers, and then he was way less tense and boxed up. That was the beginning of our friendship.

“Yeah, I think about that a lot,” Dave informed me, and I nodded.

Dave still seemed off, like he was hiding something from me.

“Dave, what's on your mind? Like actually, something is clearly bothering you,” I was growing impatient with his vague answers, I wanted to know the truth.

Dave sighed, thinking for a moment before speaking, “Well, you remember that night, tha=e first Metallica concert you attended, when I warned you about James, even though you two were already together,” and I nodded.

“Well, when he told you in that dressing room, I overheard it all. I was uhm.. Looking for you too. I got pissed that James had got to say something before I did, and uhm.. I had like.. The fattest crush on you when we first met.. And now that we've grown close again, I think I feel the same wa-” Dave was cut off as I kissed him on the lips, all of our unspoken feelings coming out for each other.

After I pulled away I moved some of his long ginger hair out of his face, gently caressing his cheek as I smiled softly at him.

“I've felt the same since we met too.”

Another influential night, all in this bar. The three times I've come here, three big things happen, always having to do with Dave.

That night was about three years ago now, and Dave and I have been together happily for those three years, now engaged and happier than ever. With the success of MEgadeth's latest album, ‘Rust in peace’, things have been going great for us. He showed me what real love felt like, to be cared for and cherished, all without getting judged.

I had gone to multiple shows with Dave at this point, and this was just another one. They were one of the headliners for a weekend-long festival, and I was more than thrilled to support my fiance.

I listened to loud chords of ‘Holy wars’ as the band began to finish their set, with me sitting backstage. I was at a table, my left hand that wore my gorgeous engagement ring was digging in my purse, until I heard familiar steps behind me.

And then a voice.

“Are you..” I cut them off.

“James? What are you-” I was now in turn cut off by him.

“I'm playing a show. What are you doing here?” The frontman asked me. I was so shocked to have seen him, personally, that is. I knew Metallica would be having a show here, but it wasn't until the next night.

As if the timing was perfect, after James questioned me, Megadeth had come off stage, Dave rushing towards me. “Hey baby, did you like the show?” He asked, leaning down to kiss the top of my head.

“Yeah, it was great..” I answered, still dumbfounded. James looked even more dumbfounded than I did.

Dave looked up, curious at the silence, “What's wro-” He cut himself off, his eyes meeting James.

Daves lips curled into a smirk, knowing now he has the best form of revenge for kicking him out all those years ago. That revenge was me.

“Nice seeing you, James. What's going on with you and my fiance?” Dave bit back a cruel snicker, watching as James just grew more and more confused.

“Oh.. I was just, uhm, saying hi,” James answered, trying to process everything.

I was avoiding James' eyes. How would I explain that after I broke up with him, I met up with his ex bandmate, moved in with him after remeeting, dated after a few months, and engaged after three years.

“Uh-huh… You guys know each other, yeah?” Dave teased, knowing the answer, just wanting to get a rise out of James.

James didn't want to give Dave anymore attention, just nodding.

“Gotta thank you a bit man, I doubt we would have ran into each other again if it wasn't for you being a prick like always,” Dave said bitterly, enjoying this game of shame on James.

James looked slightly guilty, just trying to ignore him.

Dave looked back to me, “Well, I need to go clean up a bit, you can find me if someones bothering ya, sweetheart,” he said to me sweetly, my eyes meeting his before he kissed my cheek and walked away.

James just stared at me for a moment before walking off in another direction, the rest of Metallica showing up finally, Lars leading the three of them, his eyes landing on me.

This was  going to be a long, long weekend.

[slimeylee]

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i also never use grammar i hope you never expect me to use grammar

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 DNI / DNF

— basic dni criteria . [ this includes but is not limited to ;; racist , homophobic , transphobic , ableist , proship / comship , etc . ]

— nsfw or primarily nsfw blogs

— 20+ blogs that are nsfw

— tickle kinks / fetishisers

— people who misuse tone indicators

— extra sensitive people cuz i make insensitive jokes sometimes . im also a helluva boss , hazbin hotel , and south park fan so

— wilbur soot , dteam fans

— i love talking abt my fixations and fandoms PLS TALK TO ME ABT M FANDOMS also im so sorry if i post a lot abt a singular topic its just bcus im rly excited abt them . or it or whatever it rly is

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ [ are you still reading ? maybe leave a follow .. im pretty kewl rite ?! :3 ]

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 FANDOMS

________________

- south park

- hazbin hotel

- helluva boss

- dsmp / mcyt

- beetlejuice the musical

- total drama island / action / world tour

- my little pony [ friendship is magic & equestria girls ]

inside out

- sally face

- fnaf

✮ bold italics are fandoms i will write for

✮ bolded are fandoms i might write for but im unsure ;; you can send requests for these and ill lyk if i will do them .

✮ italics are fandoms that im in but wont write for

fandoms that are unlisted you may ask if ive heard of them . this list can always be updated as well !

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 TAGS

#slimey-thinks ;; my thoughts

#slimey-selfrbs ;; self reblogs

#slimeyLER ;; ler mood

#slimeyLEE ;; lee mood

#slimeySWITCH ;; switch mood 😭

#slimey-reblogs ;; reblogs

#slimey-asks ;; asks

#slimey-art ;; my drawings

#slimey-fics ;; my fanfics

#slimey-ficlets ;; short fics / oneshots ( ? )

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 CHARACTERS I WON'T WRITE FOR

hazbin hotel characters __

— valentino - self explanatory

— lilith - dont know enough abt her

helluva boss characters __

— stella - self explanatory

— striker - dont know enough abt him ( he could be a side char or mentioned in a fic tho )

— mammon - self explanatory

— verosika's team [ -vortex maybe ] - dont know enough abt them

south park characters __

— linda and stephen stotch - self explanatory

— liane cartman - i hate her

dsmp members / characters __

— dream

— wilbur

— punz

— georgenotfound

— sapnap

you're free to request any characters from BJ , MLP or TDI/A/WT and ill lyk if ill write for them :3

and any characters unlisted you can request , ill let you know if i will do the req and or if im adding a new character to one of these lists

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 WHAT I WILL WRITE

for tickle fics :

— pinning down ( no tying )

— feathers , wings , nails , hands .

— ALL SFW

— angst

— fluff

— hurt / comfort

— ships romantic and platonic

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 EXTRA

i like to roleplay !! but i am rusty so bare with me ok

i love drawing and i like to sing :3

i also used to play gacha club / gacha life 2 a lot

anddd thats pretty much it :3 ty for reading and make sure to FOLLOW ME i am very cool .

maybe

♡ ‧˚⊹ ❝ See , I wasn't kidding , its a show about death ! ❞ /lyr

[maintaining-mutts]

WELCOME TO THE DEN OF WOLVES.

info about me under the cut <3

NAME : MUTT / ACHILLES

AGE : 15 (SEPT 12TH !)

PRONOUNS : HE/XE/IT + DOG THEMED NEOS + CRYPTID THEMED NEOS

SELF IDENTITIES : QUEER, POLYAMOROUS, GENDERFLUID, ACHILLEAN, QUEER PLATONIC, DOGBOYGIRL, CANINETHING, WOLFTHING, THERIAN, OTHERKIN, LYCANTHROPE

BIO :

HIHI!! I'M MUTT, MOOTS CALL ME ACHILLES, AND THIS BLOG IS JUST ME BEING A FUCKING THERIAN LMAO! THERE'S THE OCCASIONAL POETRY ABOUT MY ALTERHUMANITY, BUT USUALLY IT'S EITHER REPOSTS OR ME BARKING ON ABOUT THINGS!!

I USUALLY TYPE IN ALL CAPS LIKE I AM NOW, BUT IN POETRY I DON'T DO THAT. I ALSO EXCESSIVELY USE PUNCTUATION AND TONE TAGS!!

BOUNDARIES

SURE :

🔥 CALLING ME MUTT

🔥 ASKING TO BE MOOTS/FRIENDS

🔥 REQUESTING TONE TAGS OR WARNINGS

🔥 SENDING ANON ASKS OR ASKS IN GENERAL

🔥 REBLOGGING MY STUFF

🔥 SMALL TALK IN DMS

MOOTS/FRIENDS ONLY :

🔥 FULL BLOWN CONVOS IN DMS

🔥 ASKING FOR OTHER SOCIAL MEDIAS

🔥 VENTING TO ME WITH CW/TW

🔥 MAKING WEIRD/"""CRINGY""" COMMENTS

🔥 CALLING ME ACHILLES

DON'T DO THIS AT ALL :

🔥 ASK FOR MY DEAD NAME

🔥 MISGENDER ME (I WILL BITE YOU.)

🔥 SUGGESTIVE/18+ COMMENTS

🔥 RP IN MY DMS/ASKS SERIOUSLY (JOKING IS OK)

🔥 ASK WHERE I LIVE

🔥 ASK FOR A FACE REVEAL

INTERESTS

mcyts (lifesteal, hermitcraft, unstable universe, cxlvxn)

writing

watching yt

drawing

drawing a lot

i go to school to draw

watching movies

sleeping

hanging out w my dog and cat

hanging out w my friends

singing

acting

dancing

piercings (i have 4)

neuroscience

bones

the ocean

EXTRA INFO

im physically and mentally disabled

im autistic, so pls use tone tags if i ask or if needed

i draw a lot but get burnt out really quickly so im inconsistent with things

i reclaim the slurs i can use (faggot, retard, crippled, tranny)

i got the bugs and sharks typa autism!!!1!1

im a furry and therian woahhh

im not fond of endogenic systems. dni endos, please. call me anti-endo, idc, im js not fond of em.

i believe in ghosts,, talk to me abt ghosts and i will have your hand in marriage immediately on the altar alongside my ghost friends

asks are open to literally whatever. i best reply to asks about therianthropy, tips for feeling comfy in ur skin, moodboards, playlists, pronouns for xenogenders, literally anything like that

idgaf what yall do as long as it aint harming no one!!!! that includes physically, mentally, and reputationally.

[deadprrks]

hey hii !! my name is SKYE! i use she/they pronouns, and i am 18 !!! ^_^ i have diagnosed autism & ADHD. i am a WOLF THERIAN! ΘΔ🐾🐺

i am apart of a system! @ghost-of-a-system is our blog where we post about sys stuff :) i am a fictive of jayjay from zoophobia (no i don't support vivziepop) i've been here wayy too long to have a say in my existence.

i am into scene stuff, especially 2010's internet culture and nostalgia!! i find lots of punctuation/emojis fun and expressive, so i may use them often! but aside from that....,, i lovelovelove writing, and drawing too! ask me to critique && give feedback on writing and i will love you FOREVER /hj /lh

like said.... i do have autism and i often use tone indicators as i am horrid at tones and genuinely need them. if we talk one-on-one, pls tell me if you do not want them used on you!!! ^_^'

i will probz mostly reblog things i like, yap about random thoughts, or just have fun! :3

i do NOT support, please DO NOT INTERACT with me: proshippers/MAPs, anyone attracted to animals/children who isn't actively seeking help. i block freely if you have views that make me uncomfortable!

please tell me if i should tag this for eyestrain! i tried to keep the colors minimal as i also have sensitive eyes, but i am willing to tag it if it is too much :3

CREDITS: timberbark (1), burntoutuserboxes (2), radiotrophicfungi (3), ricepickachu (4), sysboxes (5, 6, 9), scrungledflies (7), snowyapricity (8)

[kennyisaloserr]

LAST UPDATED ;; 10 / 08 / 23 !

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" YEAH ... IM TIRED GUYS , THINK I'M GONNA GO TO BED . . . " /Q

WAVES HI HELLO HII !!! im kenny ! you might have originally known me as slime (@vicchaos) ! ive decided im going to recreate my blog , brand and new . and this is my intro !! :3

;; ABOUT ME !!

my name is kenny !

i use he / they pronouns & im a transmasc omnisexual ( fem pref ! ) :3

my birthday is 04 / 01 ( april 1 ! ) and i am a MINOR ( age range 12 - 15 )

i love south park !! im also a previous dsmp fan ( previous since it sadly came to an end )

i also like total drama , stranger things , et cetera

i love singing , drawing , and im also a gachatuber !

;; WRITING INFO !!

my blog is SFW !! requests are open :3

fandoms i will currently write for include only SOUTH PARK and DREAM SMP ( only some characters , mainly being c rather than ccs ! )

i WONT write ; NSFW , fandoms i dont know

i wont post fics all the time , but ill try and post some occasionally :3

i WILL write ; south park fics , dsmp fics , angst / fluff / hurt+comfort , ships

pls dont request nsfw fic prompts ... i will just ignore !

;; CHARACTER CRITERIA !!

i will write for any south park character ! adults , kids , etc .

regularly , i will not age them up or down , ages would range from 6 - 13 if i were to change their ages though

any characters that are not on this list , you can request ! i will only write c ! smp members

the only characters i will NOT write for dream smp wise are ...

- dream

- george

- sapnap

because of problematic issues .

- punz

- boomer

- antfrost

- connor

- ponk

- michaelmcchill

because ive never watched them and dont know how id write them

( list may be continued if recommended certain characters)

;; BEFORE YOU FOLLOW !!

✩ i am a MINOR !!

✩ i use tone indicators

✩ i make kys jokes and have south park humour ( lmk if uncomfortable !! )

✩ might take a bit to respond to dms , etc cuz of my timezone + lack of social skills

✩ i might be dry sometimes but im sorry if i come off that way !! /gen

✩ i use a typing quirk ( have not adapted toward many of them , the only one i have is spaces before punctuation )

additionally ( i dont think this counts as a typing quirk but i add it just incase ) , i sign off of all my posts . originlly i used ' -slime ' , now i will use ' -kenny ' :3

✩ i misspell words sometimes

✩ i use silly emoticons !! ( ^_^ , :3 , :] , etc! )

;; DO NOT FOLLOW / INTERACT !!

✩ basic dni !! ( nsfw, homo / trans phobes , racist , etc )

✩ kyman / proship

✩ TW // self harm twt / sh tumblr + eating disorder twt / ed tumblr

✩ dteam supporters ( sorry old dteam moots )

✩ hellparkies

✩ if you dont use tone indicators

✩ 20 or over ( unless sfw ! )

;; MAIN TAGS !!

all my posts will be tagged accordingly ,

#kennys-thoughts - random posts

#kennys-reblogs - posts i reblog

#kennys-askbox - asks

#kennys-fics - 5+ paragraph fics

#kennys-ficlets - 4- paragraph fics

#kennys-art - my drawings :3

( fics will be tagged fandom accordingly as well ! )

;; MY OTHER SOCIALS !!

my twitter !

my youtube !

my discord !

more links might be added but this is all i can think of rn LOL

;; EXTRA / END OF POST !!

thats it !! if u follow me on my old acc ( again , @vicchaos ! ) pls refollow n btw I WILL FB EVERYONE :3 unless ur weird or follow my dnf / dni criteria i will block u

OTHERWISE SOUTH PARKIES AND DSMPERS PLS INTERACT AND YAYAY HOPE I CAN MAKE BACK MOOTS BYE BYE WAVES TO U !! ^_^

-kenny

[strxnged]

Hi lovely,

About the post you reblogged: I do not have a scoresheet but I can tell you that you are an incredible friend all around, and I know you won’t believe me when I say that because I didn’t criticize you but I speak the truth 😌✨

You are lovely and kind and funny and talented, I hope you see that in yourself!

- Elle ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

ajshdh thank you that is very reassuring and coming from you it means a lot hdhdh💕

[heyjadesprite]

HI! Welcome to my account!!!!!

We are a traumagenic system, we use me/us pronouns pretty flexibly when referring to ourselves. Our body is a minor, white, and tme!! I’m Jadey, the co-host! below is other info lol

TEXT TAGS (might change)

(ps tags r like. eh so a small note. pink text is almost always jadey, correct punctuation is frances or james, and correct grammar is peixie. thx)

jadey.txt - jadey (carrd)

tbd.txt - peixie ( @huggingyourmom96 )

dawn.txt - sunny ( @dreamy-sunny )

lisa.txt - lisa ( @girlblogger420 )

james.txt - james

📞.txt - frances ( @francess-elsner )

DNI

homophobic, transphobic, racist, xenophobic, transmed, terf, cishet, dont believe in systems, 18+ blog, nsfw, dreamcore/weirdcore blog, fujoshi, anti-fictionkin, ableist, anti-d/a, s/h blog, alcohol blog, proship, anti-anti, nymphette, discourse, nazi, singlets with syscourse opinions, cal x squarewave (guidestuck) shippers

BYF

jadey types in pink no matter what (usually), peixie is an adult. keep these in mind

we are strong supporters of aspec/arospec people!! if you make fun of asexuals, aromantics, etc you aren’t welcome here

we are also eclectic pagans so expect the occasional post/reblog about that 0_o

use tone tags!!! we have anxiety

we don’t really give a shit if endos interact cause what can you do, but keep in mind we are anti-endogenic

i tend to rb a lot of horror stuff because im obsessed with it, if you need it tagged feel free to tell me!

if you need to break mutuals just soft-block pls or send an ask beforehand :)

OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA

mspfa: kallistoPixilated

simplyplural: thepinksys

discord: kallistoPixilated#3041

alt: @pink-sys-pinkbossing

spacehey: pink

wattpad: garden_Gumshoe (PLS NOTE THAT MY IRLS HAVE THIS ACC SO BE CHILL PLEAASSEEEE)

jadey’s pronouny: harleyberts

tysm for reading all the way thru! have a good day, drink some water, and be safe ❤️

(⌒▽⌒)☆

[gleegrumps]

is this thing on ??

hey besties !! just thought id do a little re-introduction post for the people who may see this in the future!!

im em! im 18 and im from england !

i like glee, game grumps and art

i am austistic and my special interest is glee/darren criss !! *I NEED TONE TAGS !!* *i put spaces between punctuation*

idk what else to put here uuuhhhhh i think im hilarious when really im not ....

my bio is correct i do just wanna be a artist so i think thats mostly what im going to be posting on here (i'll add some pictures x)

i think that's it ?? exciting stuff !! pls enjoy my stuff, i hope you stick around !!

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Sixty Five

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

September 3rd, 1986

“Remy!” Toby yelled, dashing across the street and grabbing Remy’s arm. “Don’t do that!”

“Don’t do what? Cross the street?” Remy asked.

“Not before looking to make sure there aren’t any cars coming!” Toby exclaimed. “You could get run over if you’re not careful!”

“Nobody would run over a kid!” Remy said, complete conviction in his tone.

“Maybe not on purpose, but if they don’t see you, they might not stop until it’s too late! Don’t run across the street without looking both ways first, okay?”

Remy rolled his eyes. “Fine. Can we keep walking home, now?”

Toby sighed. “Fine. But be warned, if you’re not careful, you could get seriously hurt.”

Remy huffed. “Whatever.”

  June 12th, 2002

Remy chased Emile around the apartment until Emile was stuck in a corner and Remy tickled him relentlessly. Emile shrieked with laughter, trying to swat Remy’s hands away. “This is what you get for getting that song stuck in my head for the fiftieth time this week!” he exclaimed, a victorious grin splitting his face. “I can’t keep singing ‘I Want It That Way’ under my breath at work, August will kill me!”

“Okay, okay! I’m sorryyyy!” Emile squealed. “I can’t get it out of my head, either! Because you sing it then I sing it, and it’s one big feedback loop!”

Remy’s fingers retreated for half a moment, and Emile had Remy trapped in a bear hug, unable to move his arms whatsoever. “Emile! Lemme go!”

“Nope! Not until you promise to not tickle me over this anymore!” Emile declared.

“Never!” Remy exclaimed. “August nearly took my head yesterday for humming it under my breath, and I still have heart palpitations because of that! You deserve to be tickled for nearly killing me!”

Emile just held onto Remy tighter, and Remy squirmed and squirmed until he broke free of Emile’s grip, but Emile was running to the door before Remy could continue the tickling. “Hey, get back here!” Remy laughed, following Emile out the door.

But Emile was already heading down the stairs and out the building, and Remy sped after him, feet running as fast as his body would let him.

Emile glanced behind him and when he saw Remy, he ran faster, still giggling.

Remy was halfway through the parking lot when Emile was just barely at the sidewalk, glancing at the street and clearly assuming it was clear. But Remy could hear the sound of a car engine, getting closer, and his blood ran cold. “Emile!” he exclaimed. It was like everything happened in slow motion. He was pouring on the speed, feet propelling him faster than he thought possible through the parking lot. He could see a bright blue in his peripheral vision, growing bigger and bigger. He grabbed Emile by the collar of his shirt, yanking him backwards on the sidewalk...just as a pickup truck sped by.

Emile turned white as a sheet as Remy bent over, hands just above his knees, trying to catch his breath. “Oh,” Emile breathed.

“Did no one teach you to not run across the street, Emile?” Remy panted.

“I thought it was clear,” Emile breathed. “I didn’t see the truck.”

“Well, yeah, the guy was easily going fifty in a thirty five,” Remy wheezed. “I could hear him, but I doubt you could if you were laughing as hard as you were.”

“I almost died,” Emile said, still deathly pale. “I would be dead if you hadn’t grabbed me.”

“I’d really rather not think about that,” Remy sighed. He moved without feeling himself move, gripping Emile in a tight hug. “You ever do that again, and I’ll kill you myself.”

Emile lightly hugged Remy back, and were it not for Emile’s hyperventilating, Remy would wonder if he had realized what happened at all. Remy held Emile at arm’s length, looking him over. He knew that Emile hadn’t been clipped at all, Remy had yanked him back hard enough that Emile moved halfway across the sidewalk, but he still needed to see for himself that Emile was okay. “Let’s...let’s go back inside,” Remy said, at barely above a whisper.

All he got in return for that was a swallow and a nod. They made their way back inside, holding each others’ hands in a vice grip. Remy wasn’t sure if he would ever feel his fingers again after this, but at the moment he didn’t care all that much. Emile was alive and unhurt, and that was all that mattered.

They got back in their apartment, and went over to the couch, both of them collapsing onto it, Emile with a sigh and Remy with a shaky sob. Emile squeezed Remy’s hand, and Remy swallowed. “I thought I lost you,” he breathed, looking over at Emile. “I thought that you were gonna end up in the hospital, at the very least. Six feet under at worst. I thought...I thought...” He shook his head and choked back another sob.

Emile held Remy close as he cried, but he didn’t say anything. Remy could feel him shaking, though. Remy looked up at him. “Are you...that thing you talked about the other day? The nonverbal thing?”

“I-I-I-I do-do-don’t-don’t th-thi-thi-ink s-s-s-so...?” Emile said, each stuttered half-word punctuated with a gasp.

“That stutter’s pretty bad, though,” Remy said. “So you might be...kinda nonverbal? If that’s at all possible?”

“S-s-s-se-se-se-semi-mi-ver-bal,” Emile stammered out.

“Yeah, that,” Remy said. “Is it better if I don’t make you talk?”

Emile mutely nodded.

“Okay, I’ll try to stick to yes or no questions when I have to. Otherwise, I think just cuddling for a while will be okay.”

Emile nodded again and Remy buried himself in Emile’s side as his tears continued to fall. Without even realizing fully what he was doing, Remy started to talk. “Man, I had never really considered our own mortality before, you know? Like, I knew that one day you and I would...would no longer be here, but...I don’t know. It just...got shoved in my face today that one of us could die at any time. And I just...kinda assumed we’d be together until one or the other of us died. But I never considered the inevitable that comes after that. And...I mean...I had considered the thought of one of us calling this off. Us breaking up. Even after I realized that this is what I think of as soulmates. Especially after that. Because I wanted a plan in place in case you didn’t feel the same anymore. But I never thought about the far more likely option...we stay together until one of us dies. What happens then? Like, yeah, I could die first. That’s a possibility. But it’s one that I don’t have to plan for. And it’s a fifty-fifty chance, you know? I’d have to plan for what happens if you died first. And...I kinda ignored that fact for as long as I could, because I didn’t want to think about a world without you in it. Like, if we broke up at least you’d be alive still, and have the chance to be happy. If you died...Listen. I know that the world wouldn’t end. The apocalypse wouldn’t happen just because you died, it’s not like the city would burn to the ground. But...it would feel like my world ended. And...I just...I don’t know how I would cope with that.”

Emile squeezed Remy tight and Remy took a breath. “I know I shouldn’t fixate on this. It’s a morbid thing to think about. But...but really, what happens when all of this comes to an end? What happens if... when... one of us kicks the bucket?”

“We-we-we w-w-wou-would-would ha-ha-have p-pl-plan-ans i-i-in pl-place,” Emile stammered.

“But we don’t have those plans, Emile. That’s my point. And we have to face the fact that we’re not going to live forever. You know? We have to prepare one of these days,” Remy said.

“O-o-one o-of the-the-the-these da-days. N-n-not t-to-today, m-my lo-ove,” Emile pleaded in between gasps. “To-to-today le-let-let’s ju-just fo-cus on-on-on-on the...the fac-ct that we’re-re...alive.”

“You sound like a dying fish,” Remy said, only mildly hysterical. “Stop trying to talk. Clearly, you need to calm down some more before talking again. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

Emile giggled, sounding hysterical himself, heaving gasps in between giggles. Remy wrapped his arms around Emile’s chest, hoping to calm him down, however little that calm was.

They stayed like that for another half an hour easily, Emile’s giggles slowly tapering off and Remy intermittently crying, holding onto Emile like a life raft. Eventually, Emile slowly extricated himself from Remy’s grasp. “Remy...Remy,” Emile said when Remy tried to continue hugging him. “Remy, I have to pee.”

Remy reluctantly put his hands back in his lap, and simply requested, “Hurry back.”

Emile nodded and went to the bathroom quickly. Remy scrubbed his face. He was happy that if this had to happen, it was on a day where neither of them had work. That would have been unfortunate, nearly dying and then being separated for hours on end, unable to talk about what happened. He would be a nervous wreck at work.

When Emile came back, he collapsed on the couch with a sigh. “Thank you,” he said.

Remy blinked. “For what?”

“For nearly choking me when you grabbed my shirt collar,” Emile laughed. “I never did thank you.”

“Oh. Don’t mention it,” Remy said softly.

“Remy...do you think we should get our affairs in order?” Emile asked. “Like, obviously we can’t do that in a single day when we’re just starting, but. For the future. In case anything unfortunate happens. We should have contingency plans.”

“Yeah,” Remy agreed. “And we should probably plan for what happens if one of us ends up in the hospital.”

“Update our emergency contacts. I think my parents are still my primary emergency contacts,” Emile mused.

“Oh, God, I think my mother is still my emergency contact. That needs to change ASAP,” Remy said. “I’d rather have you be in charge of my medical stuff when I can’t make the decision for myself. I don’t want my mother to get a call that I’m in the hospital and have her ban you from visiting and whisking me away, back there.”

Emile sniffed a tiny laugh, and Remy frowned. “What? What’s so funny about that?”

“Not funny, exactly, but happy, I guess,” Emile said. “You said ‘back there,’ not ‘back home.’ I just...you made that distinction.”

“Well, yeah. That house isn’t my home. My home isn’t even a what. It’s a who,” Remy said.

Emile was biting back a grin, and Remy rolled his eyes. “Yes, that’s you, you dork. Stop being so smiley about it.”

“Never,” Emile vowed, hugging Remy tight.

“Emile! Lemme go!” Remy laughed.

“Nope!” Emile exclaimed.

“Hey! Come on!” Remy exclaimed. “You’re gonna suffocate me!”

Emile giggled. “Remy, I would never do such a thing! You wound me!”

Remy poked Emile’s side and Emile yelped, releasing his hold on Remy just enough for Remy to roll out of the hold and onto the floor, laughing. He leapt to his feet and sprinted to the bedroom, grabbing his pillow so when Emile followed him, he was immediately met with a feathery end. Emile shoved Remy’s pillow out of his face with a laugh, grabbing his own pillow and whacking Remy with it.

The two chased each other around the apartment, hitting each other with pillows and laughing like nothing in the world would ever be as funny again. They kept running until Remy tripped over a chair leg and crashed to the floor. “Rem?! You okay?!” Emile asked, rushing over.

“Ow. Yeah, I’m fine,” Remy said, pushing himself into a sitting position. “That hurt, but it’s not the worst scrape I’ve ever gotten. I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so,” Emile said, worrying his lip.

“I do say so,” Remy said. “But maybe we should cut back on the pillow fights, at least for now. I think I used up all the energy I had left.”

“That’s fair,” Emile said, offering Remy a hand.

Remy took it and the two stood there a moment, uncertainty on both their faces. “...Do you want to help out at the shelter tonight?” Emile asked.

A beat. “...Yeah, okay. When should we head out?”

Emile checked the time and hummed. “I don’t know. Anywhere from now to half an hour and we should be fine.”

“May as well go now, then. Maybe we could talk to Bernie and see what he has to say about wills and stuff. I don’t know if he has any experience, but he might,” Remy pointed out.

“True,” Emile said.

They put their pillows back on the bed and headed out, this time double checking the street before they crossed it.

[moody-bloosh]

I'm gonna add more heat by imagining s/O founding out she's pregnant after divorcing Bruno, perhaps she moved out and cut contact with Bruno,a few months into her pregnancy she met a man named risotto and fall in love again,Risotto treat her child as his and once her little angel is born, risotto is thrilled!he finally have a family, when your kid was around 5 Risotto suggested moving the back to Naples, she hesitate for a bit but then agree(1/2)

Anonymous said: For awhile after moving back, she didn't meet Bruno and it's almost as if he disappeared from her memories, but a part of her remember him as she saw her child, her Blue eys and deep black hair reminds her so much of him, she thought she wouldn't even saw him but that changed one day when she were at the store with her that she bumped into a familiar face (2/2)

hhnnNNnnNGggGG yES im so weak for this SKADnklasn this IS SO GREAT AHH (tagging this offshoot of cheater!bruno with rebound!risotto lol) 

yandere stuff so its under the cut! 

oh man i can see it as like, you knew you were pregnant and you decided. yeah, maybe you could handle being bruno’s second choice, but you would absolutely not stand for bruno making your child into a second choice. you tried to tell him, tried to share the good news with him but he was always blowing you off in favor of his lovers. and you decided right then and there that, that was the last straw. 

he didn’t deserve to know... and you just couldn’t stand being the couple that had their marriage salvaged by having a kid. your child didn’t deserve that and you didn’t want to subject them to that. so you make the choice to leave when bruno blows you off just as you’re about to tell him the news. 

bruno will react mostly the same, he’ll beg you to come back to him. but you stand firm in your decision to ask for a divorce. you meet risotto a few months after your divorce is finalized, bruno still tries to keep tabs on you every now and then. but oh, what’s this now? why were you with a new man? why were you holding a baby in your arms? 

he doesn’t even realize the baby is his, he’s too blinded by jealousy. that perfect picture of a happy family, that was supposed to be his. he falls into this spiral, and his jealousy gets even nastier when he finds out who risotto really is. he keeps close tabs on you. he stews in his jealousy, risotto took away his wife, his family. 

(oh, the day he found out that kid was actually his. his office was wrecked. how dare that risotto nero usurp his position? it was unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable...) 

when he finds out that you guys are moving to naples. you best believe that bruno has had plans set in place to get you to come back to him. he makes sure to, conveniently run into you at the store, drop some line about how, “even after all this time, you’re still the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen.” 

he ignores the fear that lights up your eyes, the wariness that punctuates your every movement, the way you hold onto your child’s hand a little tighter, how you shield them with your body. 

“what do you want, bruno?” 

“I just want to talk.” 

you tell your child to hurry off and find their dad (riSOTTO IS LOST IN THE SOUP AISLE PLS) and when your child runs off, bruno turns on you. his mask of civility replaced by jealousy, “how dare you lie to our child’s face like that? that monster isn’t their father and you know it, i am.” 

“the only monster i see here is you, bruno,” you hiss back at him, “and risotto is more of a father than you ever were.” 

“only because you ran away without even telling me.” bruno’s voice breaks a little as he tries to reach out to you, his heart twists painfully as he watches you flinch away from him. “why didn’t you tell me, amore?” 

“because you made it very clear that i was never your first choice.” 

bruno looks stricken at your cold tone but the remorse the blossoms in his chest comes to be replaced with venom as he watches ris walk up to you, your child on his shoulder. as he and risotto glare at each other, he makes the painful choice to retreat for now. mumbling a, “this isn’t over,” under his breath. bruno exits the store, already making it a point to contact some necessary people. 

he was going to get his family back again. 

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Don’t Take it to Heart

Chapter Eleven

WC: 1277

Pax’s body felt heavy, as if she had been encased in lead. It didn’t matter how hard she tried; she couldn’t move.

I guess … I did die, after all …

Just as that thought ran through her mind, a soft voice reached her ears.

“... Pax … Pax … Pax!”

She jolted awake, her ice blue eyes meeting sapphire ones.

“Oh, thank the Six!” Prompto’s face filled with relief once the girl opened her eyes and he pulled her into his chest. “I thought that--”

“Pax, you died,” Noctis said bluntly, making her flinch.

“Don't you ever do that again!” Ignis scolded, his eyes holding an edge that Pax had never seen before the fall of Insomnia. But it was soon replaced with a look of relief, and Ignis sighed. “That being said, I’m so glad you are back with us in the world of the living.”

Pax was confused. Why aren’t I dead? Apparently, she had said that aloud, because in the next moment, four pairs of eyes turned to her.

“You … you don’t remember?” Prompto asked. Unconsciously, he held her closer, as if he could protect her from all the evil in the world just by holding her. “Pax, you … When you were fighting Titan, he crushed you. We watched you die!”

Prompto’s expression and his voice became desperate as he continued to explain.

“You were dead! And then, you weren’t!” Pax couldn’t help but be confused. Surely, when you die, you don’t come back to life.

… Right?

Suddenly, a sharp pain split her head, and Pax curled against Prompto, holding her head.

You have been chosen by the gods, Pax Cordisest, to fulfill a role long lost to time. As you continue on your journey, you will realize what your role is …

A small whimper escaped Pax’s lips as she clutched onto Prompto’s vest, burying her nose in his chest as the pain subsided.

“Pax?!” Prompto’s hands came to rest on her back as she continued to moan with pain. Not knowing what to do, his wide cerulean eyes shot to Ignis, who was frowning down at his sister’s body.

“Ardyn, let us down,” Ignis ordered the red-headed man, and for the first time Pax noticed that the retinue wasn’t in the crater anymore. When had we gotten onto an Imperial ship? As she was about to ask this, another painful headache wracked her body, plunging her into darkness.

***

The Regalia was missing. The retinue, having their primary mode of transport disappear, were camped out at Wiz’s, awaiting news from Hammerhead.

Pax sat in one of the plastic lawn chairs, not really paying attention to what the boys were saying. Along with the Regalia, her medication had also disappeared into thin air. And though she tried to tell herself that she didn’t really need it quite yet, she was afraid that she would relapse, and that the others would force her to stay behind as they left for Altissia.

“Hey, look! It’s Umbra!” Prompto’s voice ripped Pax from her daze, and she looked up to see a black and white dog. On its left front leg was a green bandana, and a notebook was tied to its back. Noct went to approach the dog, only for it to retreat, leading the boys into an alcove. She expected them to return shortly, but when they didn’t, she grew curious. Pax stood on unsteady legs and chased after the guys. However, once she saw her, she collapsed to the ground, clutching her head.

“Please …” she cried. “Make the pain … make it … stop … please…”

Unable to keep her body up any longer, she rolled onto her side, hearing the pounding of footsteps approaching her as she curled into herself.

“Pax? Hey, Pax!” Prompto -- always the first to be by her side -- skid to a halt and knelt next to the girl, watching as her face contorted in pain. Her hand suddenly shot out towards Gentiana, a pleading look in her eyes.

“Pl-please …” Without hesitating, Gentiana approached Pax with a frown on her face. Crouching down, the Messenger placed a hand to Pax’s forehead and the girl instantly calmed down, her breaths coming in short pants. Right before his eyes, Prompto saw Pax’s body relax, and it wasn’t too long before her breathing evened out and she fell into a slumber.

“What did you do?” he asked, unable to resist the urge. When he looked up, Gentiana was gone, and the other guys were just as confused.

What the fuck just happened?

***

“I think … we should leave Pax behind …” Prompto broached the subject carefully, and he was met with incredulous looks.

“What do you mean?! They’re just headaches!” Gladio snorted, rolling his eyes at the younger blond.

“That’s not why--”

“Then what is it?” Ignis interrupted Prompto, his emerald eyes sharpened into daggers in case the blond boy said anything against his sister. For some time, Prompto was unsure of how to start. Eventually, though, he found the courage to speak.

“Look, I’ve known her since we were kids, and I … know things about her that you all probably don’t…” he began hesitantly, hoping he hadn’t said anything to set off over-protective Iggy. When nothing happened, he took it as a sign to continue. “When we were … I don’t know, four? Five?... something happened to her… We were just playing, you know, like the kids we were … but, then…”

“Just spit it out!” Gladio shouted, making Prompto jump.

“She’s got a, um … condition. I don’t really know how to put it, but it was bad.” A pause, punctuated by a sigh. “It happened when we were playing tag in a park. Pax was chasing after me when all of a sudden she collapsed.” Reliving the memory, Prompto rested his forearms on his knees, his hands clenched together. “I was so scared …”

As the blond took in a shaky breath, Noct came up and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, urging him to continue. Letting out another shaky sigh, Prompto lifted his head to meet the others’ gazes.

“I brought her to Cor, and he-- Gods, I thought she was gone! She could’ve died that day, just because we were being kids! How was I supposed to know?!”

“Kid, quit yer whining and spill!” Gladio biffed the quivering blond on the shoulder, making him flinch.

“She-she’s got a heart condition, you guys. Every once in a while, she’ll just collapse, and if she doesn’t take her medication then she’ll--”

“Prompto.” The icy cold voice startled the group of four. All turned their eyes to the couch where they had placed Pax to see that she was glaring daggers at her fellow blond. “That’s enough. Don’t tell them any more.”

“Pax, he’s just trying--”

“Shut up!” her seething voice made all standing take a few steps back. Never before had they seen her so angry before as she rose slowly from the couch and stalked towards Prompto painstakingly slow. When she stood before him, she grabbed the boy’s collar, ripping him to his feet.

“I trusted you, you know,” she hissed. Her eyes narrowed on the blond, and everyone swore that a cold wind tore through the caravan. “Guess I was wrong to do so, friend.”

That venom in her voice, Prompto knew it well. It was the same tone he had used with her on that night in Galdin Quay. Gods, that felt like a lifetime ago now as Pax pushed Prompto back into his seat before storming out of the caravan.

As he watched her leave, Prompto felt his heart break all over again.